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The sweetest illNess fills the air ...

yes daddy
the black one
is perfect �

you deserve it �

now put it on
with that
matching skirt �

dressed to impress
as you convert �

into a woman �

as my mind shakes
my body fakes
� �the feel of foul �

but i
moan in tones
of � �

golden horror/hound dog �

and you fuck me
like the price
was more than fair �

the sweetest illness fills the air

now �
strap on that dick
spit on the tip
then �

slide it in
and �

let my
pussy grip �

then drip
as you sip �
on the last trick...

now strip � � �

then � �

pay me bitch..

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